the_enclave

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THE ENCLAVE

PART THREE

As the two women led Danny back towards the cabin, the boy felt very confused and
humiliated. Inside, he wanted to run, but he didn’t know where to go in this strange place. He
consoled himself that at least the staring and whispering had diminished.

As they walked, Danny saw what looked like a public restroom. He felt both the urge to pee
and a desire for just a few moments of solitude.

"Mistress Ann?"

"What is it.."

"Is that the boy's room?" he asked, pointing at the brightly painted shack.

"There are no 'boys' rooms' here. Do you need to use the toilet?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Very well. Come on then." She led him into the public lav. Two young girls about his age
were just washing their hands as the three entered. They gave little notice of a boy entering
the restroom with two women.

Danny spotted a urinal and walked toward it, but was surprised that Ann walked along with
him and leaned against the wall next to the urinal, facing him.

He looked up at her, confused.

"Do you have to pee or do you not have to pee?" she asked flatly.

"Yes Ma'am, I have to pee." he answered, perplexed.

"Then do it."

He cast another look to Mother Ruth. She only nodded her agreement.

Tears formed again. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because..."

Ann reached down and sprung open the front of his robe, moving him closer to the edge of
the urinal.

Danny's poor shy bladder just wouldn't relax enough to let go, and he began to cry softly.

"Can't do it?" Ann finally asked.

"No Ma'am. I can't do it with you...with anybody looking at me."

"I think you will find out that you can, boy."

"Why do you have to look at me, ma'am?"

"Because that's the rule. No boy is allowed to go to the restroom in public by himself. You'll
find that rule is also strictly enforced at my house."

"But why, ma'am?"

"Fasten your robe."

"Yes ma'am. But why do you have to watch me?"

"Do you remember the rule about not touching yourself down there?"

"Y-Y-Yes, ma'am."

"Somebody has to watch you to make sure you don't."

This stunned Danny. "I won't! I promise!"

Ann smiled. "I know you won't, so you have no need to promise." This didn't make sense to
Danny, but Ruth found herself oddly amused at the exchange.

"Well, come on then. If you don't really need to pee now, you will later." She took him gently
by the nape of the neck and guided him back to the path.

Mistress Ann saw the girls coming out of the recreation center and called to them. Amanda,
her youngest, ran over to them. Danny was a little frightened that the girl might rat him out
for hitting her and said nothing.

"Can we stay out another 30 minutes?" asked the ten-year-old.

Ann smiled. "OK...but not a minute more!", shouting out the last part as the little girl
scampered away back to the other girls. Kim and Dee waved smiling at thier mother, and
giggled at the sight of Danny in the short cotton robe.

As they neared the cabin, a neighbor of Ann's came out carrying a canvas bag. She greeted
the women and exchanged some small talk with Ruth. Then she looked Danny over quickly
and said, "I think these should fit the boy. Let me know if they don't."

Just before they entered, another neighbor shouted a greeting. Ann answered back. "Has Andy
been any trouble, Rebecca?" "Not a whit," the plumpish Rebecca answered. Andy appeared
from the doorway of the nieghbor's house and ran to his mother, pausing momentarily to look
at Danny in his "boys' clothes", but saying nothing.

Going up the steps, Andy sidled up to his mother and took her hand in hers like a little boy
crossing the street, or even like a young 4th grader with his first girlfriend. Danny thought it
odd, but something inside of him connected with some unspoken need and he found himself
slipping his hand into his mother's as they followed the other pair into the cabin.

"Andy, pour Miss Ruth and I a couple of Iced Teas." The boy busied himself as Ruth slid
slowly into a rocker. Ann took Danny by the shoulders and walked him to the wall.. She took
a piece of chalk and drew three circles on the wood, then pressed him against the wall, his
nose in one circle, and his two hands up near his shoulders touching the other two.

"You've not exactly been a good boy, Danny. You'll stay there quietly until I say you can move."

Ann collapsed on the sofa, exchanging a mother-comrade glance with Ruth as they smiled
tiredly. Andy brought out the iced teas and gave one to each of the ladies.

""Are you thirsty boys? Ann asked.

"No. Ma'am" replied Andy. Danny whispered. "Yes. Ma'am".

"Andy, give the boy a sip of this one." Andy took it to Danny and held the glass as he sipped
through the straw.

The two boys eyes met briefly. As odd as Danny found this strange boy, he felt a bit of a
connection. The complex emotions he had experienced so quickly on his arrival at the
ENCLAVE, pounding his mind and body like waves of surf, the jumble of new feelings and
impossible to understand transformations that had occured within him began to rest in his
heart and mind, and he started to let silent tears flow freely, but only after Andy had turned
away.

He couldn't see any of them, but he sensed thier presence behind him. Mother Ruth and
Mistress Ann talking quietly about things not involving him, even as tears ran down his cheeks
and puddled on the floor between his bare feet. Andy bustling in the adjoining kitchen/dining
room. He thought about his little friends back home. The boys he had shared secrets with,
been naughty with, just been 'boys' with. A choke of emotion hit him...quickly extinguished by
the sounds of the girls coming up the steps.

It was all excited talk between all four girls and thier mothers about the great time the girls
had been having and all that they were finding in common. Suddenly, Kim noticed Danny in
his cotton robe pressed against his chalk-outlined 'stocks'.

"Oh my God! Is that my little brother?" she laughed. Dee joined her in unfettered merriment
at the sight of thier mutual tormentor now subdued, still, and silent. Danny felt his anger
rising. Bad enough this strange woman Ann. Bad enough his new 'headmistress'. He could
even accept some humiliation from his Mother Ruth, but not from his sisters. Not from those
over whom, in his juvenile world, he had always wielded power.

"Fuck you, Kim." He felt like yelling it in her face, but he only managed to mutter it and kept
his nose in the circle. Ann was quick to his back. She pulled his hands away from the wall
and jerked his robe down and off, tossing it aside. Then she placed her foot between his
ankles and kicked against them just hard enough to make the boy spread his feet apart. This
cause him to have to stretch to reach the circle with his nose and to cock his arms askew
uncomfortably to keep his hands in place.

Dee and Kim were flabbergasted. They looked to thier mother, expecting an explanation.

"He's been a bad boy." was all she said. Kim and Dee were struck dumb...as much by thier
usually brow-beaten mother's change as by thier brother's predicament. The other girls
noticed the change in thier new friends, a little perplexed, but eventually brought them back
into lively conversation. It was hard for the sisters, though, to not keep looking on in
amazement at thier naked brother, his ass cheeks still reddened and a little bruised by his
multiple spankings.

Andy, who had been serving up more iced tea to the girls, spoke up. "Mother Ann?"

"What is it?"

"May I use your restroom?"

"Yes dear. Girls?"

Amanda spoke up quickly. "I'm not going with him. I went last time!" Missy fired back, "No
you didn't! Remember? I know I did!" Amanda's last piece of ammo in the convo was,
"Yeah...but...I did it twice before that, so it's still your turn!"

Ann groaned, but playfully told BOTH girls to go if they were going to argue all night.

Amanda and Missy followed Andy closely towards the back of the cabin. Dee and Kim looked
at each other quizzically. Danny had heard the whole conversation. His bladder was beginning
to ache a bit, but he couldn't bring himself to either ask permission to go, or accept the
thought that there had to be witnesses. There was nothing but shame on him. To even turn
around to go to the toilet was an unbearable thought...to expose his privates to his siters was
worse, for the moment, than any discomfort he felt.

Ann sensed the confusion in Ruth's two girls, but instead of 'explaining', she lightened the
mood asking them if they would like pizza for supper.

"You have a pizza parlor here?" they asked in unison.

"Yes...and they deliver too!"

"COOL!"

Ann got on the radio and placed the order, making sure she got at least a half pizza with
each of the girls favorite toppings.

"Danny just likes 'paper-oni'." little Dee added thoughtfully.

"Mr. Danny won't be eating with us this evening." Ann smiled.

Ruth's three came back from the restroom and Ruth told Andy he could sit down. He pulled
a small, padded stool way from the wall and placed it out of the way, sitting on the
undersized seat with his knees high. Kim found herself glancing over at the boy, his position
showing a lot of thigh and even a little hip with the short robe riding out of the way, but he
sat demurely, his knees together and held there with his arms. She looked at his face and he
caught her, blushing a little which only made her blush a bit too. Ann noticed this little
interaction, but said nothing.

"Girls, " she spoke softly, mostly to Ruth's daugheters, "I suppose you have a lot of questions
about our lives here. Maybe some things seem a bit strange?" Both girls moved to sit at her
feet. Even Ruth herself, though growing sleepy, leaned in to listen.

"Go ahead and ask me anything. All us women can talk to each other."

There was silence for a few minutes. Then Dee spoke up.

"Where is your husband?"

"DEE!" Ruth interupted, but Ann calmed her.

"Well, little one. We really don't have husbands here. We really don't NEED husbands here."

"So you're divorced like my mom?" Kim queried.

"Well...yes...I am. But not all of the women here are. Some have never gotten married, and
some are still married, in a way."

"Where are the husbands?" Dee asked. "Silly...she just said they don't have husbands here."
answered Kim.

"Do you mean where are the men?"

"Yeah...and do you have a last name?" Dee continued, her six-year-old mind connecting the
dots as best she could.

Ann laughed. "No...none of the women here have a last name. Nobody does, really."

"Why not?"

"Well...where you come from, a woman either keeps her father's name or takes her husbands
name. We don't believe in that."

"I have my father's name." Dee chimed.

"Yes, but mom doesn't have it any more." Kim said. "He was a rotten father. I'm glad she
doesn't have his name anymore."

Against the wall, Danny listened. For once, he agreed with his older sister.

"Think of it this way." Ann, reasoned, "There's worst, bad, better and best...right?" The girls
accepted this. "Some fathers and husbands are the worst. Some are not the worst, but still
pretty bad. Some are better than most, but not really the best. But with fathers and husbands,
that's as good as it gets. A man just can't be the 'best' parent or the 'best' partner because
all of them don't know how to live right."

"What do you mean?"

"Well...just look at all the wars. All the greedy people. All the power-hungry dictators. They are
all men. Men just don't have what it takes to be 'the best' kind of person." She paused while
the girls considered this. "Who has the babies? Women do. Who can feed the babies with
thier own body? Women can. It's just wrong for men to think they run the world. It's doubly
wrong for a man to think he can boss a woman. It just goes against nature. Does that make
sense?"

"I think so."

"Not every man...but almost only men are the hurters in the world."

"When my dad hurt my mom, I wanted to kill him." gritted Kim. "I was so mad!" Danny, his
nose in the circle, silently agreed.

"Well, the worst men should probably be killed...or at least punished very strongly. But what
about the ones that aren't the worst?" Ann asked.

"I don't know."

"We've thought about this here...a lot. The worst men here are punished very severely. The
bad ones who just can't be taught right are punished too, but not as harshly. The good
ones...the ones who can learn to be good...have a place in our world. But not as the boss, or
the dictator, or the hurter. You understand? That's fair, isn't it?"

Both girls nodded, Kim because she really did have an inkling of understanding, and Dee
because Kim had.

"We do everything in our power here to raise girls to be good, strong, capable women the way
the Goddess wants us to be. That's our good work here. I'm so pleased that your mother and
you have come to join us here."

"Thank you."

"And we also try our best to salvage all we can out of men and boys. We give them every
chance we can and work sometimes extra hard to help them learn to be good people instead
of bad. We encourage all our women and girls to excel in whatever they want to be. But we
also spend energy helping boys find the right thing for them to do."

As if by good timing, footsteps were heard on the steps, and a knock on the door.

"I think that's our pizza!" Ann smiled. All the girls squealed as Andy rose and answered the
door. Delivering the pizza was the first grown man any of Ruths' clan had seen since they
arrived. In his early 20's and looking more like a movie star than a pizza delivery person, he
passed the boxes off to Andy and got a signature from Ruth.

"Are you a good man?" asked little Dee?

He glanced at Ann and she nodded. "I hope so, little Miss. I try to be." Ruth smiled at him
and he blushed.

Slices were downed while the conversation continued. Danny could taste it just from the smell,
but he didn't say a word.

"If you don't have husbands, how are there babies?" Dee pondered.

Ann and Ruth both laughed. "THAT, little lady, is a secret. And you will find out about it when
your turn 8. So there!" Ann teased.

Dee blushed and smiled.

"For now...and for you too, Kim...just remember that what a woman has is precious, and what a
man has is cheap." Ruth couldn't help but smile at this last statement from Ann.

"Any more questions?"

"What happened to Danny?"

"Ahhhh. Well, we went to the headmistress' office to speak with her and start him learning
how to be good..." At that last comment, both girls broke out laughing. Ruth, despite her
attempt to be serious, couldn't help but giggle as well.

Ann continued, smiling. "OK...OK...I know that sounds impossible, but it isn't. It's just going to
take a while with him. Anyway...where was I? Oh yes...somewhere in the course of his first
lessons he broke one of the big rules."

"Let me guess," Missy interjected. "He didn't obey."

"You are correct, Missy."

"I guessed it because he did the same thing in the hall outside the Principal's office".

"Yeah, " Amanda joined in, "And he hit me hard on the shoulder. I still have a bruise!"

Danny fumed at the rat-out. He wanted to speak up and defend himself, but he didn't.

"Well...the evening is still young for Mr. Danny." Ann said flatly.

"Did he get a spanking?" asked Dee, a little giggly.

"For one disobey, he got three spankings."

"Oh my God!" piped in Kim. "What was he supposed to do?"

Ruth, finally a little revived, interupted Ann. "Danny...what were you told to do that you didn't?"

Danny blushed furiously. Even from behind, the rest of them could see his shoulders turn red
and quiver.

"I asked you a question, Danny. You will answer me." Ruth intoned, much to the surprise of
his sisters.

Silence fell as Danny swallowed hard and croaked. "She told me to take off my underwear."

"Oh My Goddess!" screamed Missy. "Three spankings because he didn't want anybody to see
his little willie!"

"That's so stupid!" laughed Amanda. Dee joined them in laughter, but Kim felt a sudden
spasm of pity, even though deep down she had real reason to be forever angry with him.

"Maybe it's time to kill two birds with one stone." Ann stated. "Danny...come here, boy."

Danny hesitated as long as he felt it was safe to do so, then turned with his hands covering
his boyhood and walked over to Mistress Ann on the sofa. She turned him to face the girls.

"What was the first rule Headmistress tried to teach you today.?"

He didn't look at anybody in particular, but recited like the cathecism, "All women are my
boss and I have to call them Mistress."

"What about girls?" giggled Amanda. Danny looked at her with a bit of fire still in his eyes.

Ann spoke up. "Andy, come here." Andy rose and walked to the side of the sofa. Tell this boy
what he is to call all girls."

"He's supposed to call all girls 'Miss'."

"OK, Danny. Start with your sisters. Say Hello to them properly like a good boy."

"H-H-Hello Miss Kim. Hello, Miss Dee."

Dee couldn't help but giggle, but her older sister smiled with something approaching pride in
her brother.

Dee asked, "What do we call him? Mr.?"

"No, sweetheart. That's a little joke for grownups. You can call him by his name since he's
one of two boys in the house. But if he's the only one, you can just call him 'boy'."

"But if he's about to be punished, you shouldn't call him by his name." Amanda added.

Dee nodded her incomplete understanding.

"Now, Danny. Say hello to my girls."

"Hello Miss...Miss...I forgot your name." The girls reminded him gruffly who they were, and
Danny made his good-boy greetings with an attitude of rising sarcasm.

"What was the second rule, Danny?"

"That when a woman tells me to do something I have to do it."

"Danny. In my house the rule goes further. If any of these girls tells you to do something, you
will obey." Danny gulped. Dee and Kim sat spellbound and captivated. "The only exception
is...your Mother Ruth's and my orders take precedence over thiers."

"What's 'take presidents'?" asked Dee. The older girls giggled...Missy kidded Amanda saying
she didn't know either.

"It means what your mother and I say goes first. If I tell Danny to stay in the house, you can't
tell him to go outside. You understand?"

"Yep."

"The only other rule for you girls is that you can't tell him to do something silly. It has to be
useful or for his own good."

"How will we kno..."

"It's part of your education learning how to train boys. Don't worry about it too much. You
won't get in trouble if you mess up."

"Do any of you girls have anything you'd like Danny to do?"

Danny blushed hard.

Amanda spoke early, "He can kiss my ass for giving me this bruise!"

Danny shot her a very brief heated glance that Amanda caught and smiled at.

"Now, sweetheart. That doesn't help things. He'll learn."

The girls thought some more, but Ann's were too angry and Ruth's too bewildered to come
up with anything.

Missy leaned forward and whispered to her mother, "What about...you know...that kind of
thing.?" Ruth heard her, as did Danny who of course didn't understand, but it wasn't clear
whether the other girls did, so Ann leaned forward and whispered. "Not yet, sweetheart. We
don't know how he's wired yet.".

"Okay, Danny...what was the third rule?" Ann quizzed.

Danny was lost in humiliation. How as he supposed to say he mustn't touch or play with
himself down there while standing naked in front of strangers, his sisters, a very odd boy and
two grown women with nothing sheilding that which he shouldn't touch, except his own little
fists.

"Answer Mistress Ann, boy." Ruth spoke with the same calm flatness that her mentor used so
effectively.

Her voice and tone startled Danny, and he turned his head quickly to see if it was real. Of
course, it was.

"I'm not allowed to touch myself...my...my self down there."

Ann's girls, of course, knew the rules. They were in fact charged with helping enforce them
with thier own brother-boy. Kim was pretty sure she understood, but not completely. Little Dee
finally spoke up. "What does that mean?"

"I think it means a little show and tell." Ann smiled.

"Sit back here on my lap, Danny". Danny complied, his legs together and his knees over hers,
still covering his baby-jewels with his fists. Ann took hold of his knees gently and parted them
slightly, then spread her legs a bit to force his open some more, before finishing the
operation with her hands again. She patted the outsides of his thighs, and told him to place
his hands there. Danny sighed, closed his eyes, and opened his privates to the gaze of all.

"Three spankings to hide that?" Amanda laughed. Missy giggled, "He's must be really stupid!"
Danny tried to will himself to be somewhere else...somewhere free of this burning shame. The
giggles of the two strange girls kept drawing him back, and the silence of his sisters filled
his mind with imaginings of thier thoughts...more painful than the giggles.

It wan't 15 seconds into the great unveiling, before Ann continued. "This is what he is not
supposed to touch or play with. The rule for outside is 'not without permission' but the rule in
this house for Danny-boy is not at all."

"You have to understand, that boys really can't help but want to do this. It's so strong in
them, that up until they are 8 years old, they are allowed to. But when they get older, it's bad
for them and interferes with thier training. Poor Danny is already older than 8, so he's got to
go cold turkey."

"I can't explain everything tonight, but just know this...part of your responsibility as girls is to
make sure this rule is not broken. That's why Missy and Amanda went to the restroom with
Andy. As good a boy as my Andy is, he is still a boy and would break this rule without
supervision." Andy blushed and shuddered slightly.

Dee and Kim remained silent, Dee glancing back and forth between Ann's face, Danny's
closed eyes, and his soft little package.

"Danny has had a big day and had a lot to learn. We can't expect him to understand
everything right away. We'll talk about the other house rules tomorrow. But he IS smart
enough to know what rules he broke today. Some he has been punished for. Others he has
not. He has to be punished tonight for those misbehaviors."

Silently, she helped Danny to his feet, then placed him over her lap. "Welper, Andy." Andy
went to a cabinet and came back with a ping pong paddle, the padding worn away to the
bare wood. "For disobeying me in the hall outside the principal's office, I will spank you until
you cry." THWACK THWACK THWACK, fast and furious, on his already tender bottom. Twenty
strokes at least, but only Dee was counting almost silently. Danny tried to pretend to cry, but
nothing came out. Between the pain, the humiliation and his failure at self-defense through
pretense, he did manage to cry for real.

"Now...for physically fighting Missy and Amanda outside the principals office and for insulting
Missy, there needs to be a more severe punishment. "Rudy, Andy". Andy went back to the
cabinet and came back with a thin flat metal bar, somewhat flexible and full of pre-drilled
holes. She rolled the blubbering boy over onto his back, his wet eyes wide with fear of this
unknown instrument.

"Missy, you first." Ann spoke softly, handing the tool to her 13-year-old daughter. "Chose your
bud, baby." She contined as Missy layed the flat end of the metal slapper on the boy's tiny
left nipple. Danny cringed and blubbered, remembering the fire the headmistress had put in it
earlier...a pain forgotten in the spankings that followed. FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP. Missy laid
quick, hard blows on the sensitive little nubbin, after agreeing with her mother that 40
seemed sufficient. Danny wailed and thrashed in Mistress Ann's lap as the young teen
whipped his stiffening little boy-nip. Kim and Dee looked on, bug eyed. Ruth watched intently
as a student, noticing the small winces on Andy's face as the new boy was nipple-spanked.

Even before this punishement was over, the quivering boy felt his bladder began to spasm. He
cried out louder to end the torture early, but nobody heard, understood, or cared about his
blubberings. Finally finished, Missy cooled the heat in his nipple with the pad of her thumb,
even the momentary pleasure being excruciating.

With all sense of shame gone, Danny finally pleaded, "Mistress Ann? May I use your toilet?"

Ann laughed. "I was wondering when you couldn't hold it any more. Do you really have to pee?
Or are you just trying to escape punishment?"

"No ma'm...yes ma'am...I have to pee."

"Buford, Andy". Andy went to the kitchen and dug around under the sink.

"No...you may not use my toilet. But you may use this bucket." Andy returned with a small
aluminum pail and sat it on the floor. Danny quickly slid to his knees, all eyes upon his
quivering little prick, dripping a few drops of piss from the head. The pressure built until
Danny felt he would lose all control. The pain on his ass cheeks and nipple screamed for the
attention needed to allow his bladder to relax in front of a small crowd. He reached down to
take hold of his flaccid little penis, and Ann grasped his hand. "Lean down closer, boy. You
won't touch that under my roof."

More seconds passed as Danny moaned his ultimate discomfort.

"Dee?" Ann spoke.

"Yes Ma'am?", the six-year-old answered.

"Tell this boy to go pee-pee." Ann's girls laughed. Kim felt a little embarassed. But Dee
thought it was great fun.

"Danny Boy...hurry up and pee." Dee giggled.

At that moment, the dam burst within him, and a stream started, slowly at first fighting over
the last walls of shame and humiliation, before turning into a steady flow and slowing to a
trickle. Ann nudged his soft little pecker to and fro to keep him on target, then flicked the
head to shake way the last little droplets.

"Well, done, DEE!" Ann laughed. All the girls joined in. Even Ruth found it funny.

"Come here, Boy." Ruth spoke...her rapt attention fractured by the girl's gaeity. "You hit
Amanda and gave her a bruise. Your father used to do that to me. I will not have a boy who
does that to girls." Danny sobbed, his back heaving against his mother breasts. What's
appropriate for that one, Ann?"

"Well, I was thinking of giving Amanda a crack at the other nipple. But since this means a
lot to you, we'll get Spooner." Andy's knees wobbled a little, but he went back to the kitchen
and returned with a flat wooden stirring spoon. Mistress Ann helped arrange Andy upon his
Mother Ruth so that his legs were widely splayed and his tender little privates fully accessible.

She called Ruth's girls to attention away from the scene, and guided Kim to the floor beside
her mother and Danny's left leg. Then she motioned Little Dee and Missy to the other side.

"Girls...you need to take hold of the boy by his knees. That's right...do what Missy is doing.
Take his legs in the crook of your arm. He's going to want to put those legs together, and
you have to hold them apart."

She then stepped behind Ruth's chair and guided Ruth to put him in a sort of headlock, with
her arms tucked beneath his and her hands clasped behind his head, raising his arms up.

"Boy. You are going to want to stop this by any means necessary, and that won't be good for
you. So I'm going to hold your hands up over Mother Ruth's shoulders. If you move them out
of my hands, you'll be punished for that as well. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Danny sobbed.

Amanda took the spoon and looked to her mother. "Sweetheart, you've never done this, so just
remember what I showed you. Not too hard...just quick, and all over." Missy, who had been
perhaps the least interested in watching the punishments settled in and gave her little sister
an intent gaze. Kim and Dee were at once both fascinated and mortified. Ruth looked over to
see Andy looking nervously onto the scene set before him.

Amanda laid the broad flat end of the wooden spoon against Danny's soft, hairless scrotum.
Just that contact was enough to make young Danny wince at the pain about to befall his
undeveloped little balls.

Amanda spoke. "I'm going to spank you until you're sorry for hitting me." With that, Danny
blubbered over and over, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I won't do it again."

Ann spoke. "No, Boy. You're not allowed to just say you're sorry. You have to BE sorry."

Danny contemplated that. He hated this girl already. One for bossing him around, and two for
ratting him out for what he still thought of as an accident. His eyes burned with anger at her,
until she raised the spoon and brought it down on the underside of his fully exposed ball-bag.

It was all Ann could do to hold his arms in place. The pain was so sudden and intense, he
lost his breath. He couldn't scream, yell, cry, or even moan. Just one sudden grunt and he was
at the mercy of a 10-year-old girl and a wooden spoon. Amandas blows weren't hard, but they
fell over and over as she aimed the spoon to the left and right of his scrotal crease, above
midway just under the base of his wildly flopping little penis, and down below nearer his
perinium.

Danny gasped as the spoon fell on it's mark over and over. His eyes, at first full of hatred,
took in the sight of a calm, skinny little 10-year-old girl spanking his nuts with great care. In
his mind, his excuses began to evaporate, and he knew...even though he had not intended to
hit her or hurt her...he had disobeyed and fought with her. As he struggled to elicit a sound
up from his air-depleted young lungs, a vision of his father came into his memory. Pleading
with his bruised and disheveled mother to give him another chance. That he was sorry...so
sorry...swearing he'd never do it again. Through the pain came epiphany. He wasn't going to
be like his father. He was truly going to be sorry. He was true. He was sorry.

The fire left his eyes, and they glowed softly. Large pools of tears formed and fell, mixed with
snot and sweat, around his gaping lips. He caught the little girl's eye as she switched her
gaze from his dancing little nutsack to his face. She slowed. She stopped. He caught his
breath and sank into Mother Ruth. Ann released his hands, but they only drifted slowly to his
sides as the spasming pain in his tender little nuts abated with each heartbeat.

"I think he's sorry, momma." Amanda said, softly and with a hint of pity.

"I think so too, Baby. Good job, Amanda. Very good job, sweetheart." Anne beamed. Missy gave
her little sister a snuggle and whispered, 'awesome'.

Ruth was in tears. She thanked Amanda over and over. Mistress Ann and she clasped hands
in warmth and comradeship. Kim and Dee were crying a little too. Partly from having
witnessed such an event, and partly in sisterhood with thier long-abused mother.

"Are you OK, Danny?" Ann asked. Panting and sweaty, Danny answered, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Wipe his face, Andy."

"Before we put you to bed, there is one more tradition in this house." Ann gathered all the
girls, including Ruth, onto the sofa...crowding and jostling and sitting atop one another. "Kneel
down on the coffee table facing us, Danny." He did, shaking and quivering.

"Andy, show this boy how to properly salute his mistresses." She said. Andy looked briefly
confused, and went to unwrap his robe. Ann smiled. "Not on yourself, Andy. On the other boy."

Nervously, Andy went and stood beside Danny. The boys exchanged glances. Andy seemed to
be trying to silently communicate, his face a bit tense and embarassed. Danny looked just a
bit stunned. His eyes still had a bit of 'plead' in them, but he knew he was licked. An
embarassed resignation fell over his face as this strange older boy gingerly took the
10-year-old's soft little pecker and tweaked the frenulum left from his circumcision. Then he
lightly pinched the reddened skin of the younger boy's scrotum and twisted gently. The effect
was near immediate as Danny's soft little prick began to stiffen and lengthen. All eyes were
on it as it bobbed quickly to life with each new heartbeat until it was pointing skyward.

Danny felt ashamed. He felt little of anything sexual or 'fun' in this small demostration of his
ultimate boyhood, so abraded were his nerves, his emotions, and his sense of himself.

"Good, Danny. Now say thank you to everybody here who's helped you learn to be a good boy."

With his little erection still bobbing, he hung his head and began to speak.

"No, boy. Look your mistresses in the eyes when you thank them." Ann spoke quietly.

One by one, his teary eyes met each of the females seated on the couch before him.

"Thank you, Mother Ruth. Thank You, Mistress Ann. Thank you, Miss Missy. Thank you, Miss
Amanda. Thank you, Miss Kim. Thank you, Miss Dee."

Ann reached for the canvas bag she'd been given earlier and pulled out some garments. The
first was a tight fitting pair of shorts made of elastic cloth, like a bandage. She and Mother
Ruth helped him into it. The clingy fabric cooled his skin and comforted him, trapping his
little hard-on pointing up towards his belly button. Next came what looked like a jumbo pair
of diapers...a thickly padded garment that, when he was helped into it, fit him from his lower
rib-cage to half way towards his knees. It fastened with velcro, mostly, further secured with a
canvas strap like a dog lead, and buckled into place with a small lock. Next came a large
pair of long gloves which ran up almost to his hairless armpits. The gloves were sewn
together at the fingertips. His arms were bent into place in a prayer-like gesture, and the
fingertips strapped to a small collar which was placed around his neck.

While Ruth, Dee and Kim watched intently as Ann helped Danny into his sleep
clothes/chastity garments, Amanda and Missy had already secured Andy into his similar outfit.
He looked a bit disappointed. Danny looked relieved and sleepy. The boys slept on cots in
thier respective sister's bedrooms. Ann and Ruth stayed up a while longer, eventually sharing a
bed in the mistress bedroom.